Separate names with a comma.
"Incorrect yourself."
There was a silence on the other end before Ed spoke. "We gotta talk."
"Incorrect."
-6 months later- Francis' phone rang.
"You're calm?"
"Is it you?"
(Bloop toop?)
(Zoop?)
"Jerk."
She laughed, kissing his cheek. "Oh, great."
(zoop?)
It was Poppy's writing, but fast and rushed. Francis - I know this is bad, but please trust me. I won't let this be forever. Don't try to...
He was flushed. "I... uh... Wow. I love you."
"Are we having a kid?"
"Fine."
There was a hurriedly folded note on their bedside table.
He laughed, his hand in her hair.
"True. Is this something we need to talk about?"
"Let me live my life."
The house was empty. He would notice small things now. James' favorite toy was not on the high chair. Diana's backpack was not on the hook....
